This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 252 - 230: Coin Toss for Directions

Chapter 252: Chapter 230: Coin Toss for Directions

Upon hearing Earl Sanaxis’s words, Lucien’s actions paused slightly.

"According to you short-tailed primates, there’s a saying called ’the law does not punish the masses,’" Earl Sanaxis paused for quite a while, stringing Lucien along before leisurely saying.

"And it’s the same with destiny. Understand that the power gained from tampering with the river of fate just once is limited, and the more targets that need to be dealt with, the more dispersed its power becomes."

"Of course, all this is predicated on the assumption that the being capable of manipulating the field of destiny does not get involved in your petty squabbles. After all, to Him, your numbers are insignificant..."

Lucien’s eyes lit up, but he soon thought of something else.

He took out the feather pen, "Sanaxis, you say if I use it to inform that existence about a cunning deity hidden in the Land of Reality who has slipped through the ’net’..."

"You’ll probably receive some form of His unintentional gift... haha, or leftovers might be a more apt description. Even leftovers that entity at that level wouldn’t fancy are treasures, good stuff for small beings like you."

Earl Sanaxis chuckled, with a tone of anticipation.

"Leftovers... that’s quite fitting," Lucien muttered upon hearing Earl Sanaxis’s description.

"What else? That being’s consciousness is long gone. Now only a few primal instincts remain. The fact that He doesn’t swallow you whole is simply because you’re not considered food in His eyes," Earl Sanaxis huffed without any courtesy toward Lucien.

"Alright, I know what to do now," Lucien, now somewhat immune to Earl Sanaxis’s constant sarcasm, quickly drafted a few messages and put away the Communication Magic Cube.

After hesitating for a moment, Lucien picked up the feather pen.

Earl Sanaxis had already told him that this feather pen harbored a special power, even capable of fulfilling any wish. Now he wanted to test the true power of this feather pen.

"Sanaxis, if it’s about making a wish, is it done in the same way as writing decrees?" Lucien asked after picking up the feather pen.

"You need to use your own blood or spiritual power as the ink. But you two-legged hairy monster, I don’t care if you die, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, the way that feather pen grants wishes is mostly twisted..."

"I’m not looking to profit from it, the wish I want to make is just to have the other players on the night hunt subconsciously converge towards the Mondok family mansion," Lucien said with a smirk.

"Then you’ll also have to bear the corresponding price. For instance, you’ll just happen to encounter an attack from other powerful players, like that player who attacked you last time. This time, it’s highly likely, no, certain, that you will meet them!"

"You do realize that after you make your wish, the ’price’ of fulfilling that wish will fall on you. It’s safe to say, you’ll definitely face the worst possibilities, and might even bear some extreme possibilities beyond the scope of that wish..."

"Isn’t that better?" Lucien smiled and retorted, then somewhat casually took out the decree he had made some time ago, "I made this decree before, and it fits perfectly to use here."

"Madman... madman!" Earl Sanaxis muttered twice, wanting to say more, but feeling that according to Lucien’s own logic, his crazy plan seemed exceedingly likely to succeed.

"Suit yourself, I won’t care any longer. Yes, definitely not caring!" After mumbling, Earl Sanaxis fell silent again, apparently slipping back into slumber.

"That’s some flexible sleeping," Lucien quietly ridiculed Earl Sanaxis, but didn’t receive any response.

Lucien didn’t say more, and after making some preparations, he quietly left the bedroom to begin today’s "hunt."

...

"That side is the Mondok family mansion, but I’m still not prepared, so this time I’ll just try and see, if I don’t aim for the Mondok family mansion, whether I will still encounter some unexpected factors."

About three hundred meters away from the Mondok family mansion, Lucien emerged from a Shadow, silently watching the mansion in front of him while holding a silver coin in his hand.

This was also part of his test. Lucien had set rules for himself beforehand: if he tossed the coin and it turned up tails three times in a row, he would stop approaching the Mondok family mansion.

According to the information given by Hercules, this was the simplest and most easily achievable test method. According to the defense mechanism from destiny, they often choose the simplest way to achieve their goals, and the cost of interfering with an ordinary silver coin is definitely lower than silently influencing a second-level Wizard.

Using this method, it was possible to avoid unnecessary risks to a certain extent.

Clang—

The silver coin was gently tossed by Lucien, spinning in the air before being covered by his right hand.

Heads up.

Lucien quietly moved forward quickly, and after moving fifty meters, he again took out the silver coin, repeating the previous action.

This time, it was tails.

Lucien’s expression didn’t change at all. He tossed the coin again, not using spiritual power or other means to observe the trajectory, giving the other party ample opportunity to interfere with the coin.

However, as the silver coin fell, this time it landed heads up.

"Phew..." Lucien exhaled softly, then advanced again toward the front.

But this time, Lucien first moved to the side and, after killing a somewhat sneaky third-level Wizard Apprentice player, he stood not far from the corpse and tossed the silver coin once more.

Heads up.

"A bit closer..." Lucien held his breath slightly, striving to shift his focus from the Mondok family to the distance. After all, only by approaching as inconspicuously as possible, without carrying malice, could he avoid triggering the alert of the "red line".

He took slow steps, walking almost ten meters toward the front.

Lucien tossed the silver coin.

Three times tails.

He stopped walking, looking up at the mansion not far away, faintly hearing the sounds of other players fighting.

But Lucien knew he could not get any closer. Otherwise, it would provoke unnecessary trouble, or even find himself prematurely entangled in a duel between second-level wizards or some more secretive and dangerous situation under the meticulous orchestration of fate.

Lucien silently stood in place, his expression uncertain.

At that moment, a sneaky figure approached Lucien with the stealth of a night breeze.

It was a creature with a bird’s head and body, its arms were wings, while its legs were a pair of strong, powerful talons.

Compared to its body, its wings were too small and its legs too long. Such a body structure made it difficult to fly like an ordinary bird; it was better adapted for upright running, and its wingtips acted more like combat weapons or balancing rods.

Its run was silent, even capable of evading some simple scouting methods. Unfortunately, it was only at the peak of the third-level Wizard Apprentice.

Although it could dominate the apprentice level with its special Racial Talent and even threaten some Formal Wizards, this strength was no match for Lucien.

It swung its wing blades confidently.

But the wing blades were directly controlled by Lucien’s spiritual power. Before the overwhelming force, it almost instantly lost the ability to resist, staring wide-eyed with terror, struggling to escape Lucien’s "reconfiguration".

"Get lost!" Lucien narrowed his eyes and flung the bird-like player toward the direction of the Mondok family estate.

Like receiving a pardon, the player fled, driven by instinct to move away from Lucien, thus drawing ever nearer to the Mondok family estate.

One hundred meters, fifty meters...

Lucien’s Spiritual Imprint on the player continually updated the bird-person’s status and location, simultaneously releasing a wave of malice without reservation.

In a way, the bird-person player was now an extension of Lucien, somewhat akin to the typical wizard’s "familiars".

Suddenly, through the Spiritual Imprint, Lucien sensed a fatal danger.

It was an ancient spear that seemed familiar.

The spear quickly neared in the vision of the bird-person, and then... Lucien felt a slight sting in his spirit core, and he lost contact with the Spirit Power Core he had just split off.

"It’s him again..." Lucien muttered softly, then he quietly retreated, stepping back about one hundred meters before pulling out a silver coin.

"If it’s tails three times, I’ll return now," Lucien spoke softly, telling his "rule" to the unseen forces of fate.

He then gently tossed the silver coin.

Heads up.

Lucien breathed a sigh of relief.

He continued to approach the Mondok family estate, constantly testing with the silver coin. Finally, he stopped at the position where he had released the bird-person.

This time, the silver coin flipped to tails three times.

Lucien stopped walking again, looking up at the nearby mansion before slightly bowing his head, stretching out the tip of his foot, and gently drawing a line on the ground.

This was the "red line"; if he crossed it, a series of coincidences would be triggered.